Greatness
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man: To-day he puts forthThe tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost;And,—when he thinks, good easy man, full surelyHis greatness is ripening,—nips his root,And then he falls, as I do.
King Henry VIII.—III. 2.
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Twelfth Night—II. 5.
A murd’rous, guilt shows not itself more soon, Than love that would seem bid: love’s night is noon.
Twelfth Night—III. 2.
Sweet love, changing his property,Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate.
King Richard II.—III. 2.
When love begins to sicken and decay,It useth an enforced ceremony.
Julius Caesar—II. 2.
The course of true-love never did run smooth.
Midsummer Night’s Dream—I. 1.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
Idem.
She never told her love,—But let concealment, like a worm i’ th’ bud,Feed on her damask check: she pined in thoughtAnd, with a green and yellow melancholy,She sat like Patience on a monument,Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
Twelfth Night—II. 4.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot seeThe pretty follies that themselves commit.
The Merchant of Venice—II. 6.
Man
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
Hamlet—II. 2.